The Boss chastised me today. He got on my case, not for failing to solve the banking problem, but for not telling him how stressed out I was by the situation. I kept trying to keep him from having to get involved, but finally this afternoon he went behind my back. (Not over my head, because heís already there.) He called the bank branch nearest him and established a relationship with the manager there. Thatís something heís good at. Itís something Iím not good at.
Within ten minutes, we had a new bank account, and new checks on the way (no charge), and apologies all around for not solving the problem in a speedier manner. After two full days, it was over just like that. The anxiety had just about worn me down to a single frayed thread by this time. I knew there would be an end to it, and probably sooner than later, but it paralyzed me to the point that I couldnít do anything to move toward that end.
So Iím in trouble. Iím never to allow things to get to that point again, without telling the Boss about it. He said, ďThe things that worry you are exactly the kinds of things I can do something about.Ē He also repeated the old line about how he couldnít stay in business without me. ďIíd try,Ē he said, ďbut I wouldnít make it.Ē